His eyebrow twitched this time, rounding to face the Lola. He raised his fist, either going to point a finger at her or take a swing, but he slowly lowered it after several moments. "For the love of Patton- do you want to be paid or not?" He said with his hands on his hips, narrowing his eyes at her.

His eyes lit up, and he let out a small joyful chuckle. "Hohoho~ this is not just any armored car... while the Greyhound is not armored or have the turret of a tank destroyer- it can move. About 55 miles per hour, and that's faster than most things you'll find out there. The other parts about this lovely is that it ain't clunky or very loud- only about the noise of a van or SUV rather than... you know, a tank. Oh yeah, not to mention that with its small gun, retical stabilizer, and characteristic American reload rate will make this thing a danger to those foolish enough to face it."

"Oh. Plus it has a driver's hatch so you can see as you go, and get a nice breeze." He finished his small rant with jazz hands and a car salesman grin.

Were he an anime character, he would have a sweat drop of confusion. "Right... but regardless! The Greyhound here is nothing to scoff at! It'll get the job done with six wheel drive and a blast of shells. So then... are we waiting for something, or shall we see what this baby can do?" He said like a child before a massive swirly lollipop and hardly able to contain themselves.

Shinku looked at her newly-arrived crew with a rather skeptical expression and sighed. "At least the tanks are good."

He was whistling happily, but paused as she did not go ahead. "Ah... you can go ahead. I'll be in the turret, and you'll be a bit lower. Unless we plan to vertically weave past each other, it'll be easier for you to go first."

"Don't be, it's kind of a strange fit," he called as he scurried into position after Lola. Maybe he ought to learn to be softer or something, he thought to himself as he entered his designated position- automatically right next to the Gunner. "As you can see," he called into the belly of the car, "You've got a wheel rather than... whatever a tank has. Levers. Let's give this thing a little spin, but don't go ape on us, alright?"

"Eyup! Apparently it's a load easier for drivers to translate what they know about cars to driving this thing. Lot simpler for sure," he called in response, over the wind whipping through his hair and the rumble of the engine.